Stephen is a web developer, Bahá'í, and interfaith activist in St. Paul, Minnesota. He likes to write about religion, social justice, sustainability, science, programming, &c.

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poetry, prose, and other strings of words · 1993 - 2003

Stare: Blank

Number 106

February 18, 1996

I'm lost again in those wellsprings of your soul such a strong pull will never let me go…
Though oceans between, nothing to the transcendence of mind of thought and love beyond me…
Walking I keep walking, though I know not where I aim…
Empty I sit, empty as ever but full of all, what contradiction…
How can I live? And yet, no reason that I should not…
Seems a thousand years since I saw your face, standing for all inside, serenely beautiful face…
I don't know, I know nothing but the confusion of a soul who…
Who what? Who cannot stop, cannot put out the candle of shame…
Baked, hard clay of the walls surrounding me, it's ensconced inside…
It's all inside…
I am so tired, ready to leave, we all leave, one after another we all go…
I would go, if I only knew where it is I'd be going…
Where are we going? As I don't know, we know neither where and when…
Solitude - my only recourse, but that just won't do…
For I need you…